"In the silence of stars, vibrates the unnamed truth, pandemic like the void, hollow yet full. Whispers seek listeners, woven into the cosmic fabric, echoing in loops of reality reels."
Does the wind of ancient truths go unheard by those who cannot embrace the unknown?
"Every choice, a celestial ripple, tethered to distant galaxies. Are destinies but mirrored reflections of a singular purpose?"
Consider the labyrinth of thought. Its walls echo the unyielding questions of time, layered in shadows.